Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is so bland and not very good, I have had writer's block for A LONG time, like almost a year to be honest, I guess writing just isn't as fun as it used to be for me
However, I decided to give it a try with this story, I hope you like it, and if you don't, I don't really blame you, thanks for reading.
It was a bright and snowy day in South Park, and Mr Mackey was sitting at his desk, patentily waiting for everyone he had called to arrive.
After about ten minutes, he heard a knock on the door, and when he answered it, everyone came filing through the door.
"Everyone just have a seat, m'kay." Mr Mackey said as Stan, Kyle, and Kenny's parents entered the room.
"What did Stan do this time?" Stan's mother, Sharon, asked with a sigh as she sat down on one of the plastic seats across from Mr Mackey's desk next to her son who was already there with Kyle and Kenny.
"Well, uh, I don't know how to say this, but your son was caught having sex in the boy's locker room with his little friend Kyle here." Mr Mackey began.
"What! What! What!" Sheila, Kyle's mother, exclaimed with shock.
"What does my son have to do with this?" Stuart, Kenny's dad, asked.
"He was caught taking pictures of the act, m'kay." Mr Mackey answered.
"So uh, who topped?" Randy, Stan's dad, asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I um, I'm not exactly sure what you mean Mr Marsh." Mr Mackey said, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"He means who put their penis in the other guy's.."
"Oh come on! Do we really want to know this about our kids?" Gerald, Kyle's dad, snapped before Stuart could finish.
"You're just saying that because you know my son was on top." Randy retorted.
"No, I don't know that, and I don't want to know that." Gerald said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Just settle down, m'kay." Mr Mackey demanded.
"I bet you one hundred dollars that my son topped." Randy said, ignoring Mr Mackey's request.
"I'm not betting you anything." Gerald said.
"That's because you know you'll lose, I'd bet with you, but I agree with you." Stuart said.
Gerald rolled his eyes and stood up,
"Come on Kyle, we'll discuss this at home." He said.
"Your father's right, we'll discuss it, and then we will talking about your grounding young man." Sheila said.
Kyle didn't reply, he just nodded and followed his parents out of the office.
"You're grounded too Stanley." Sharon said.
"What? You're grounding me for doing something that's completely natural?" Stan protested.
"Having sex in school is against the rules, you know that." Sharon said.
"Aw come on!" Stan exclaimed angrily.
"Listen to your mother, Son." Randy scolded.
"But Dad.."
"No buts!"
Stan huffed and stormed out of the room with his parents close at his heels, as he's walking, he bumps into Cartman.
'Oh great, just what I need.' He thought to himself.
"Oh hey hippy, where's your faggy little Jew boyfriend?" Cartman sneered.
"Not now Cartman." Stan sighed.
"What's wrong? Are you on that time of the month again?" Cartman cooed in a voice of fake concern.
"No Cartman, I'm just not in the mood to talk to your fat ass today!" Stan snapped. Over the years, Cartman had only become more racist and annoying than he ever was.
Cartman opened his mouth to say something, when he was interrupted by Sharon,
"I'm sorry Eric, but Stanley can't talk right now, he has to get home and clean the garage." She said.
"WHAT? The garage hasn't been cleaned in ten years!" Stan exclaimed.
"Then cleaning it should give you time to reflect on what you did, and after that, you're grounded from your video games for a week." She said.
"Whoa dude, I've never seen your mom this pissed off before, what'd you do?" Cartman asked.
"I uh sold pot at school." Stan lied, knowing exactly what would happen if he told Cartman the real reason why he was in trouble.
"Fucking hippies." Cartman muttered before walking away to go pick on Butters like always.
"Go to the car Stanley." Sharon said as she went to go look for her husband.
She soon found him talking to a group of boys in the next hallway.
"What is going on Randy?" She asked.
"Oh, we're just making bets on whether Stan topped or not." He said.
"It doesn't matter Randy! What our son does in private is his own business!" Sharon snapped.
"Not when there's one hundred dollars on the line, Sharon!" Randy snapped back.
"There wouldn't be one hundred dollars on the line if you didn't make that stupid bet!" She exclaimed.
"Ugh whatever Sharon, you just don't understand how bets work." Randy huffed, storming out of the school before his wife could stop him.
"What took so long?" Stan asked when they got to the car.
"Your father had to use the restroom." Sharon answered, not wanting to tell her son the real reason why it took them so long.
Stan nodded and put the ear-buds of his mp3 player into his ears, trying to block out the events of what happened today out of his mind. How could he have been so stupid as to have sex in school? Sure he was hormonal, but he could have controlled himself better, and even worse he allowed Kenny to take pictures, and even worse than that, he had gotten caught which resulted in both him and Kyle getting grounded. He turned up the music louder, trying harder to block his thoughts.
Up front on the passenger seat, Randy thought about the three kids he made a bet with, one thought Stan would top, one thought Kyle would top, and one was undecided, he knew that if he could find enough people who believed Kyle topped, then he'd have a lot of money after he won the bet.
Sharon could tell by the look in Randy's eyes that he was going to come up with another stupid scheme, but like always, she knew that whatever she told him, that he wouldn't listen anyway, she just hoped that it wouldn't put any lives in danger.